Computing

The train snails over the bridge,And abridged history flows in sheets there under.Lights from the opposite bankTry hard to swim across to this end.Reminding that night has agedFew strands shimmer here and there.That lone boatman on the riverBreaks silence’s sway with his song.The reverberating ripplesGambol with the temple steps.As I dip my handsTo snatch the intersection of tensesTime slips through my finger finsLeaving my cusp wet with experience.